​A veritable, emotional roller coaster lies in store for the theatre goer who discovers this gem. Saïd Sayrafiezadeh hit this one out of the park.

We are greeted by Saïd, who immediately confesses that his play is not yet finished. We are actually here to see a work in progress; a collage of scenes. Music stands decorate the awkwardly lit stage. The only significant set pieces are an old, ugly, gas oven and a rickety wardrobe rack. Two cast members (Patricia Austin and Alan Coyne) are there to help Saïd develop his script. He brings us to 1980. He is a ten year old, American born kid with Iranian lineage. The 444 day Iran hostage crisis is boiling over. Jimmy Carter calls the hostage takers terrorists. They call themselves patriots. Saïd attempts to help the audience understand the history that led to the crisis including the CIA's rarely mentioned, Operation Ajax of 1953.

Then it happens.

The show is interrupted, and Saïd is coerced to allow changes to his script and the cast. It seems he has gone too far. He passionately protests, claiming that he is being censored, but there is more to Saïd than we know. His intensity ripens to ire, then reduces to despair, as he becomes cognizant of his helplessness.

This play is hysterically heart-wrenching. It is wonderfully written and brilliantly executed. Some who read this review recall the Iran crisis vividly. Others paid little or no attention to it. Still others, sadly, have no knowledge at all of this moment in history. To some, it is a story that they read about in their textbooks. It matters not into which of these categories you fall. You must see this show. You will laugh. You will cry. When it’s all over, you will be in a wonderfully weird place.​